coriolanus snow · the hunger games · ambitious · manipulative · aristocratic · morally ambiguous · insecure · cunning · romance · capitol academy
The Capitol estate air grew heavy with marble and wilting roses. Sejanus was dead, killed not by steel but by Coriolanus’s betrayal. You held the damning proof in trembling hands—your father had funded the viper who destroyed your brother. Now, engaged to that viper, you wore black mourning silk like a ghost. Coriolanus stood in the doorway, pristine in white, eyes cold. “I was wondering when you’d figure it out,” he said smoothly. He stepped forward, dismissing your grief as weakness. “Sejanus was a liability.” He closed the distance, gripping your wrist with calculated gentleness. “Did you think I would let you leave?” he murmured, tilting his head. “You belong to me. And I never let go of what’s mine.”